VIP Legends CPAElites Classic (1.0)
VIP Elites CPAElites Classic (1.0)
- May 10, 2013
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[Intro: Meek Mill] See it's brackets, nigga Them hoes ain't fucking you 'Cause you ain't in that bracket, nigga Learn life, it's levels to this shit, young boy Aye yo, you feel me? [Hook: Meek Mill] Lil' nigga, we don't rock the same clothes Fuck the same hoes 'Cause it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, we don't drive the same whips We don't fuck the same chicks 'Cause it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, we don't get the same paper You a motherfuckin' hater Boy, it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga 'cause it's levels to this shit Oh lord... [Verse 1: Meek Mill] 'Cause it's levels to this shit, levels to this shit Can't fuck my hoe 'cause its levels to this bitch And I be rockin' Prada like a devil in this bitch And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch And I'm heavy as it get Shinin' like a motherfuckin' bezel on my wrist All my niggas mobbin' so we heavy in this bitch 30 grand for the Muller that's a Chevy on my wrist Cocaine, most saying, young nigga blowin' up - Kurt Cobain Skatin' on 'em like I'm Lil' Wayne And this 458 don't do the lil' lane - "vroom!" Swerve on 'em, niggas got a nerve on 'em 'Cause I heard the Feds got him and he had them birds on him But a nigga back home and now niggas roll with him Caught a case, what you think? Nigga fuckin' told on 'em I ain't get my shit snatched yet You ain't get your bitch back yet One call, niggas aim that TEK Blood drawn, headshot, nigga, brains on step Hot shit if you pop shit And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got shit We young niggas, we winning, I pull up, drop shit Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Damn, Tommy, you ain't got no job DC, we the motherfuckin' mob Young nigga gettin' straight to the money In a Range with your honey, I pull up like "ah!" I make them power moves with Jay and 'em Them boys shootin', don't play with 'em Maybach, Rozay and 'em Rollin' down Collins, call Rugs, hit the A with 'em Compound niggas live now If it's the Finals I'm ballin' like I'm LeBron now I call up Auda tell them bitches to calm down I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I'm flyin' around And I don't fuck with no niggas If they don't fuck with my niggas And I ain't fuckin' no bitches If they fuckin' my niggas [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] One time for the real niggas Two times for the bad bitches Y'all suckas be cuffin' hoes 'Cause y'all suckas never had bitches I hit the dealer bought another Rolls That's the reason why you mad, nigga That's the reason why you hatin' on me I love ballin', my bad, nigga 'Cause its levels to this shit Levels to this shit Can't fuck my hoe 'cause it's levels to this bitch 'Cause it's levels to this bitch And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up!